Cross the Line

Old Chevy big block fired up and runnin’ loud
I’m rollin’ through the hills like an Oklahoma funnel cloud
Hank Sr. in my speakers, feels just like a scene
Straight out of 1949
There’s just a few more miles ‘til I cross the line

Oh, that woman don’t know what she did
The heart break, ground shakes, things change when goodbye hits
And her ghost is always loudest with no one else around
But the silence of the night
There’s just a few more miles ‘til I cross the line

Just a short drive to get my mind gone
The only thing with pain this strong
Is the remedy don’t last too long

Just a short drive to get my mind gone
The only thing with pain this strong
Is the remedy don’t last too long

Tried prayin’ all day, that never seems to work
Lit up a few old flames but they just heat up the hurt
The bottle isn’t in the bounty when you’re in a bone dry county
But the moon’s shinin’ tonight
There’s just a few more miles ‘til I cross the line
Yeah, there’s just a few more miles
‘Til I cross the line (‘Til I cross the line)
‘Til I cross the line (‘Til I cross the line)
‘Til I cross the line